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"My point exactly. Just... don't embarrass me, okay? This is important."
The teasing smiles soften into something more genuine.
"We got you, VP," Drew says, clapping me on the shoulder. "Operation Make Tyler Look Good is a go."
"That's not what I asked for."
"It's what you're getting," Gavin chirps. "Now, important question: are you going with the blue jeans or the black ones? Because the blue ones make your butt look better."
"I hate all of you." Elbows up, the brothers scatter as I muscle past them toward the door. "And for fuck's sake, no one wears jeans to a car wash."
"You love us!" Ian shouts.
"And jeans are totally waterproof!" adds Cam, earning eye-rolls from everyone.
And the annoying thing is, they're right. I don't. Even with all their teasing and prying, I wouldn't trade these idiots for anything.
Except maybe for just five minutes of privacy to process the fact that I just officially asked Ethan on a date, and he said yes.
Chapter 12
Ex Marks the Danger Zone
ETHAN
My phone vibrates on my desk, pulling my attention from the anatomy textbook I've been staring at for the last hour. When I see Tyler's name on the screen, my stomach does a completely embarrassing flip.
"Ooooh," Sylas coos from where he's sprawled across my bed. "Is that your frat boy calling?"
Grabbing a highlighter I throw it at him. "Shut up."
"Put it on speaker!" Sylas stage-whispers, sitting up eagerly.
Shooting him a death glare I answer the call. "Hello?"
"Hey," Tyler says, and I swear can hear the smile in his voice. "It's Tyler."
"I know," I'm trying so hard not to sound too pleased. "I have caller ID."
Sylas is making exaggerated kissing faces at me. I turn away from him.
"Right, of course," Tyler says, sounding a little flustered. "So, I was wondering if you're free this Saturday?"
Sylas perks up even more, mouthing "He's asking you out!" while doing some kind of seated victory dance. I swivelmy desk chair to face the wall, trying to hide the flush I can feel spreading up my neck.
Is this really happening? Tyler Landis, VP of Delta Psi, wants to be seen with me in public? Again?
My heart does a ridiculous stutter-step that makes it hard for me to focus. After Ryan's stealth dating approach, the idea of being someone's actual date, in daylight, surrounded by people, still feels almost foreign.
"I think so. Why?" I'm trying to sound casual, though my pulse is hammering so loudly I wonder if he can hear it through the phone.
"We're doing our annual car wash fundraiser for the animal shelter," Tyler explains. "It's pretty fun. We wash cars, get soaked, raise money for a good cause..."
Sylas appears next to me, trying to press his ear against the phone. I push him away, but can't suppress the flutter of excitement in my stomach. This isn't just a coffee date or a late-night hookup… this is Tyler inviting me into his world, wanting me around his friends, I think, but I have to be sure..
"And you want me to... bring a car?" I'm genuinely confused since I don't even own a car. My brain feels like it's short-circuiting between processing that this is happening and trying to form coherent sentences.
"No, I—" There's a pause, and I hear muffled voices in the background.
